A week had passed and Blaine had hardly left his bedroom. He stayed in bed all day hugging onto Kurt’s pillow crying. Burt would pop in a few times bringing in food and trying to encourage him out but nothing worked. He hardly ate and he had lost a lot of weight.

Burt had explained to Alex why Kurt wasn’t coming back since he started to ask questions and Blaine wasn’t up for the job. Alex cried wanting Blaine but he just couldn’t face his son. Burt tried his best not to snap at Blaine and it was getting more and more difficult as time went on. Liz helped her grandfather around the house as best as she could. She loved spending time with him and she had gained Kurt skill of cooking so even showed him a thing or too.

Burt burst through the door of the bedroom with the phone in his hands. It broke his heart to see his son-in-law like this but it was the only way to gain his attention.
“Blaine” Burt sighed as he watched him turn over in the bed. The bags in his eyes were enormous and the once skinny tight tank top now hung on him. Blaine just looked at him, the life in eyes faded.
“There releasing Kurt’s body” Burt said as he closed the door behind him and made his way up to the bed. Blaine suddenly jumped up, his eyes wide like an animal caught in headlights.
“We need to start making arrangements for his funeral.” Burt continued
“Next to his mother” Blaine spoke.
“What?”
“I think Kurt would like it if we placed him next to his mother. He told me once about the time she died and how he wanted to be buried next to her.” Blaine said as he rubbed the bottom of his face feeling the beard that was starting to grow there.
“I think he would like that.” Burt replied
“Listen Blaine you need to leave this room not only for yourself but for your children. I know it’s killing you but it’s killing me to. But you can’t stay in here. Nothing’s going to change while you’re in here. The children well they think you’ve abounded them and I know that you haven’t because that isn’t you but this isn’t you also. They miss you.”
“I miss you” A voice shouted. Blaine felt something kick him. He looked under his duvet to find his daughter must have slipped in sometime during their talk and crawled into bed with him. She was clutching very tightly onto a teddy that Kurt had brought her when she was born.
“When did you get here?” Blaine asked as Liz grabbed onto her father giving him a tight hug.
“Please come out of here Daddy, Grandpa’s cooking is so bad.”
“Hey!” Burt laughed. Blaine gave a slight smile at his daughter’s comment. He sighed as he hugged her back.
“I’m so sorry....” Blaine said as he started to cry again.
“...I just didn’t know what to do and I was hoping it was just a dream and well....”
“It’s ok son. You don’t have to do this alone.” Burt placed his hand on his son-in-law shoulder.

Blaine finally left his room for the first time and entered the living room. He looked round to see the place had been cleaned and there were a pile of cards displayed around the room.   He walked up to one of them and began to read it ‘Sorry for your loss’. He swiftly placed it back down.

He found Burt cooking breakfast.
“I’m going to um t-t-take a shower.” Blaine stuttered.
“It’s good to see you up.” Burt replied as he handed him a slice of toast.
“I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have left you in that situation especially with Liz and Alex, it wasn’t right or fair. Kurt, he was your son and and well...” Blaine replied as he played with the toast. “I understand, we will get through this I promise you.” Burt replied.
“Thank you”
“After you’ve washed you really should see Alex. He hasn’t really spoken since he found out and he needs his Dad right now. His trying to be brave but he really needs you.” Burt said as he put the little boy’s breakfast onto a plate and headed for his room.

After Blaine’s shower he quickly put on some clean clothes and hair gel before heading for his son’s room. He felt the goosebumps rise on his arms the closer he got to the door. He could hear his son making airplane sounds as he went and knocked on the door. He opened it slowly to see him playing on the floor with his toys while holding a doll in his hand and swinging it around the room to the airplane noises.
“Hey” Blaine said as he shut the door behind him and sat next to his son. Alex ignored him and carried on playing. Blaine sighed before he picked up one of the toys and started to play with it himself.
“This doll is so cool” Blaine said with so much enthusiasm. He started to copy his son’s action as he made the character fly through the air. But again his son didn’t pay any attention to him as he put down his own doll and got up. Blaine watched as he saw Alex walk over to his desk. Blaine had never felt so rejected but at the same time he felt like he deserved it. He had deserted his family in such an important time and this was his reward. He put down the toy and slowly got up but instead of going up to Alex he left the room in silence. As soon as he shut the door behind him he let his legs give way. He landed on the floor with such a mighty thump he was sure everyone heard him.  He let his head fall into his hands as he cried softly.

“Daddy?” A voice said softy behind him. Blaine turned around to see his son now by the door. He was clutching a cape in his hand. Blaine took a breath before answering.
“Alex” Blaine replied as the boy ran into his arms hugging him so tight he felt the air leave his body but he didn’t care because the boy was there.
 “I’m sorry so” Blaine cried.

Blaine walked into the living room holding Alex in his arms, the cape hanging loose around his son’s neck.
“Alright Superman, do you think you can walk from here?” Blaine asked as Alex grabbed at his hair pulling at some of the gel, coating it on his hand before he put it in his.
“Hey!”
“Superman hair, I needs Superman hair.” Alex demanded as he finally got put down. Blaine quickly gave him a smile before he mouthed one second.

Alex watched his Dad leg it back to his room before coming back out the door holding his tub of hair gel and a comb.
“Let’s make you superman” Blaine said as he bent down to Alex’s level. Blaine had always told him he could never use the gel, it was like a rule in the house that no one touched his hair products.
“Never...” Alex said as his hair got combed.
“I know I never let you use my gel before but it’s time for a change and besides Superman needs his hair gelled back.” Blaine replied making Alex giggle. Burt walked into the room but slowly backed out to the door way to watch father and son forget about their troubles for a few minutes.